Thursday, October 19, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Who are these nasty rich people who imagine themselves my slave masters? It seems to fall as my sad duty to formally charge those stupid magazine buttheads to the full extent of the law, whenever I can figure out how to get out of this pit.

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Which Reminds Me

Ok, so I stand corrected. He was either Samuel J. Longwell (1886-1954), son of William, and Caila Fausett (1891-1953) was his wife and also the mother of his two or three children. Not to be confused with Samuel R. Longwell, born 1937 in San Francisco. Or else he was Samuel J. Longwell (1886-1954), son of Frank. Ok, so I am confused. Even so it is hard for me to understand why I should feel sorry for his daughter Yula of Iowa when I am not aware that these people exist. I really don't see the connection or why I should care about that.

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Yes, I know, if only they would turn off the Faucet and/or Fawcett. I only learned about Fawcett quite recently after noticing a pack of Hollywood bimbos crowing and yodeling a pack of nonsense, all over my head of course. Oh, was Mr. Longwood the backstabbing traitor who ran away with the money? And Mrs. Fawcett was his mother. Thus the Iowa connection. And this all happened when? In about 1950. So obviously this pack of rubbish is not worth recalling to mind. There is nothing in it for me, obviously. Needless to say.

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Oh, did I mention that I was harassed throughout childhood with bad name jokes? Yes, well, I don't think about that every day but if you ask me I will tell you that sometimes people gratuitously harassed me with the name of Candy Cane, even though that is not my name. People cannot spell my last name, they sometimes throw in a "u" that does not belong there, so I always have to spell it out, plus I have an "i" at the end of my first name, not a "y." So I might have mentioned that to someone although I cannot remember who. 

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

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Anyway, I did think that Miss Marken was a good in terms of being an English teacher in 9th and also 10th grade, but there are some personal issues that I really would not want to discuss with her in terms of politics. I have no idea what her political agenda ultimately might be but high school is over now. There is no reason to have to relive the miseries of high school now, after all this time.

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Yes, someone has reminded me that at one time there was a high school classmate of mine whose name was Libby. So that does that make her a women's Libber? The thought had not crossed my mind until now, although come to think of it she does hog the airwaves too much. And you expect me to visit you in New York to be further harassed with all these bad name jokes? Was your name Good or Bad? Or else perhaps you lost your mind. That is all I can figure.

Monday, October 16, 2017

Which Reminds Me

It always strikes me as very odd that persons of whose existence I am not aware, or barely aware, should be so furiously accusing me of slamming them. I actually didn't say very much about them so it is hard for me to see how that twister got started.